Story

Blue Socks and a Black Heart
Unlock the cell of yesterday 
and I leap
headfirst
into tomorrows never to be seen

An apostrophe placed 
gently 
above the common fantasy 
makes it my own 

and Lights, go 
on Voyeur and Viewer 
who embrace in parts 
they wrote for and play for 
only the other 

Reality is water of continual thirst
And I am nursing a toothache for sweetness 
only the mind can conjure

A past-bedtime story 
Where kisses don’t hurt
I am touched by the ground 
and the darkness grants me comfort 

Alone 
in a trolley up to heaven 
you kiss me like we are in danger